Like a dream
suddenly awakened
can’t remember a thing
yet somehow I’m shaken
by images buried deep
in the meta-cortex
seen through Miyazaki see
and Robyn Hitchcock vortex
I’m afraid of the scope of the task
I want to offload
some of the work onto Ask
They may mix me true
but I’ve remembered my objective
to rise defiant howling
at the idea that
truth is subjective
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